Cas!” Dean hisses. Maybe there’s another button. One that will detach Dean’s side of the bed and catapult it from the room. Maybe there is a hole he can crawl into where he can curl into a ball and die. I want to see you,” is Deans’ affirmation that they will do this Cas’ way. That he belongs entirely to Cas. It occurs to him that Cas doesn’t know that. Not yet anyway. Dean laughs with him and the sound of them laughing together is probably the most wonderful sounds Dean’s ever heard. They’ve laughed at things before but not like this. Not together like this.

That’s not what I mean-” Dean pauses for a moment and tries to think of the words even though Cas still feels wonderful in his arms and is returning the favour that started all this; trailing his fingers through Dean’s hair. “We just...we can’t, okay? I shouldn’t have...We can’t.” His cards are well and truly on the table. He’s potentially ruined their friendship, has probably established himself as a creep, and there’s no way Cas is going to want him to stay in the same room as him let alone the same bed and-

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Cas’ chest is firm beneath his touch, his lips, and he takes a long while to explore those hips that have begged to be explored every time Cas’ shirt has ridden up. He feels like he could cut himself on them but that doesn’t stop Dean diving in, letting Cas chase his touch. He wants to know everything Cas likes. Everything that drives him crazy. But it might take a while. Right now Cas is mad for his touch, pulling him close and reaching for him with Dean’s name falling from his lips. Howeveer, I was looking forward to seeing kids play in the kitchen, and go and feed the bear, but... my hopes are not up. Dean feels his way to the third button and presses it. The whirring this time is noticeably closer and Dean realises that there is in fact a panel in the velvet encrusted headboard. A panel which slides away to reveal a screen onto which pops a moustached waiter carrying a small platter. Margaret says the couple’s goal has always been for their “hearts to lead us to wherever we should go.”

Dean,” he mumbles, bringing his other hand up to hold Dean’s shoulder, holding him tightly as though he fears Dean is about to disappear. As though this is still a dream. It doesn’t surprise him that Cas saw the results, it’s not like Dean is particularly private about his mail. It does surprise him that Cas doesn’t know it’s a matter of habit than necessity. A remnant from his more wayward days of cheap motels and even cheaper diners. Those wayward days ended in a flash of blue the day that Dean met Cas. But it is the reminder of their lives together, the life they share, that grounds Dean. The bed is empty but Dean knows Cas won’t be far. He can feel it in his very being. That, and he can hear the low chatter of the television,so Cas is no doubt around somewhere. As though on cue, strong arms find their way around Dean’s waist and the bed dips under Cas’ weight. From the moment married photographers Margaret and Corey Bienert stepped out of the car and into Pocono Palace – one of Cove Pocono Resorts’ three hotels – they were blown away. Not for a few weeks yet. I won’t be able to see it from here and I’d like to see it properly, so I was thinking of heading out to California...”Dean rolls so that he’s at least not facing Cas. He slips his arm under the pillow to try and brace it but he freezes when his fingers touch something hard and smooth. He can’t help that he practically screams. He’s seen inside Gabriel’s sex drawer. He doesn’t know what’s under the pillow but he’s sure he doesn’t want to know. He’s not sure how it managed to remain given that they’d changed the sheets but he doesn’t care to know that either. The Rain Forest room at the Designer Inn in Toledo, Iowa. Margaret and Corey Bienert/Courtesy Artisan Books

No, I mean...” he wraps his arms around Cas’ waist, bringing their chests together as he kisses him deeply. “ Stay with me .” He lets his eyes close and tries to level his breathing out. If he pretends to be asleep, eventually sleep will take him. But soon his eyes are open again, taking in every inch of Cas beside him even though he is illuminated only by the dim glow filtering in from the streetlights outside. It’s not much but to Dean it is everything.Cas had protested; it was too far, Dean was being ridiculous, they could hardly justify travelling such a distance at the best of times, let alone at a time when things seemed so uncertain. But if nothing came of the big it , Dean had argued, then Cas would have missed his chance to see something that he obviously wanted to, in a place he’d always wanted to visit. And what kind of best friend in the world would Dean be if he let an opportunity like that pass him by? Cas can obviously hear him considering it. “Dean, if you’re going to press it, press it now so we can get it over with and go to sleep.”